Anywhere but Alcatraz.

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"McNeill's still lookin' at you pretty," the man next to her with the yellow teeth drawled when he sat back down from getting a coffee.

"How long has he been watching me?" Elizabeth asked not looking at anyone but the men sitting at the table with her.

"The whole time," he replied bleakly with a slightly sympathetic smile before taking a sip of the hot and incredibly weak decaf coffee.

Elizabeth looked up and made the mistake of meeting the Warden's gaze once again. A malicious grin had spread across his face and his blue-gray eyes glared icy daggers at Elizabeth. Without a second thought she looked straight back down at the table.

"Where has he got you working?" Sutton asked happily munching away on another bowl of the rats and rice that Elizabeth had eaten earlier.

"Kitchen or clothing, I think, I don't remember," Elizabeth replied shaking her head as she pulled a chunk of bread from the roll and gingerly chewed on it, not really wanting to taste the staleness.

"We're all on yard duties here now," nodding his head and incredibly intent with the food he was eating, Sutton looked down the table at the various men sitting with them. "Jackson has been in kitchen, that was his first placing;" a man halfway down their table waved at Elizabeth as he heard his name come up in the conversation. "So has Michaels;" another man looked up and waved. "And Van Houghton and Smith have both done clothing, they both pissed McNeill off big time and he stuck them there for a couple of months;" another two men waved as they heard Sutton say their names. "But they all eventually got transferred back to yard. Kitchens and clothing drove them all even crazier. Think you could hack it in the yards with us Oldin? Using those muscles of yours?"

"I'll have to think about that one," Elizabeth replied with a smile as she chewed on the last bite of her stale bread roll.

The table sat in muttered silence as the minutes slowly passed by and Elizabeth listened to the people around her as they talked quietly to each other about all different things. She was thankful to hear that most of the conversations had strayed from her presence, the dark angel of Alcatraz.

A loud siren rang throughout the food hall silencing all conversation.

Elizabeth's head immediately snapped up at the noise.

"That's just the lock up bell Oldin," Sutton said to her as he noticed Elizabeth's reaction to what was now a very familiar and almost comforting noise to him. "That means it's time to go back to our cells now, I'd say it's probably about 5:25, the count bell goes at half past."

"Alright," the Warden yelled as soon as the noise stopped. "On your feet, you all know how this works. Move it men!"

"What now?" Elizabeth asked Sutton as several tables of men stood to their feet and began walking towards the doors they had entered through.

"Single file to your cells. Absolutely no talking. Absolutely no skipping the line. Definitely no pushing in line, or as the Warden threatened you'll get thrown in solitary for the night and believe me it's not nice."

Elizabeth followed the rest of her side of the table and filed into line with them. She looked over at Warden McNeill and something incredibly sadistic and dangerous sparkled deep within his blue-gray eyes.

Not liking the malevolent glint a single bit and the fact that it happened while he was looking directly at her, Elizabeth immediately averted her green eyes back to the ground and continued walking along close behind the man in front of her.

Sutton had fallen into line behind her. "McNeill's gone, I think you can breathe again," he whispered quietly into her ear, making sure no guards were watching him or Elizabeth first.

Elizabeth looked up again at the spot the Warden was standing only moments before and saw that he had indeed disappeared. She exhaled a great sigh of relief and felt all her muscles completely relax now that he was gone.

"What now?" Elizabeth whispered back.

"We go back to our cozy little cells for the rest of the night, try not to get too bored in the meantime and wait for the good old morning to roll on by and greet us with more work."

Elizabeth followed the line out of the dining hall and walked to the end of the B-block corridor before turning down what was known to all the inmates and guards as Michigan Avenue. She headed directly for her cell, her eyes watching nothing but her shoes.

The dark angel reached her cell seconds later and looked up to see Warden McNeill laying on his side upon her bed, the wicked sparkle now even brighter in his eyes.

"No." The fear filled word escaped Elizabeth's lips in nothing more than a hushed whisper. The panic filling her body was so intense that she was barely even able to shake her head. Tears were now welling in her eyes as McNeill stood from the bed and walked towards her. "NO!" she screamed loudly at him as she turned away from the depraved man with his evil eyes and continued running in the direction she had headed to get to her cell.

McNeill was out of the open door in a split second after Elizabeth had made her wild dash and called out for the guards to chase her down.

Five guards left their posts around their end of the prison and took off after their running convict as fast as they could.

Elizabeth turned right at the end of Michigan Avenue and sprinted down the hallway as fast as her legs could run. In five seconds she reached the main gate and shook it with all the strength she could muster in her arms but it didn't budge an inch.

Elizabeth took off as fast as she could down the hallway again and turned down the next block to try and find another exit.

"NO!" she screamed when she ran straight into a guard who wrapped his strong arms tightly around her skinny and struggling body. "Let me go!"

"Don't any of you hurt her!" McNeill yelled down the hall to the guard that had captured her and the others that had caught up as he followed on foot, making no attempt to do it in a hurry. "That's my job."

Elizabeth kicked and thrashed her arms and legs as hard as she could, trying to knock the guards back as they kept a tight grip on her body.

"Settle down missy," yet another guard said to her as he grabbed a tight hold of her legs just after she had kicked them out hard and knocked the first guard down onto his back.

A fourth guard stepped up behind Elizabeth and held one arm around her shoulder as he grabbed her right wrist, reefing her entire arm right around her back nearly making her hand touch the back of her head.

Elizabeth screamed out in excruciating pain.

"On the ground!" the guard yelled angrily at her as he tried to make her hand go further up her back.

Elizabeth almost immediately dropped to her knees in agony and her body fell to the floor. The guard was still holding Elizabeth's arm as far as he could pull it up the center of her back. The pain was pulsing through the dark angels' body with such ferocity that she couldn't do anything but whimper from the pain.

"Let her go!" McNeill yelled to the guard as he turned the corner and walked down the corridor towards them.

The guard immediately looked up at the Warden who had a fierce look of anger spread over his face.

"NOW!" the Warden ordered ferociously when the guard didn't let his grip go on Elizabeth's arm.

Immediately letting go of the inmate, all of the guards near Elizabeth stepped far away from the vicious woman, none of them wanting at all to bear the force of the Wardens' anger.

With a slight moan Elizabeth's arm fell down to her side in complete agony, all the feeling had gone from the right side of her arm and torso.

"Hands above your head Oldin," McNeill ordered in a strict and irritated voice. "Don't even think about trying anything now. You have more than five firearms aimed at your legs. Try to escape and the pain you will have to bear then will make you want to wish they had aimed at your head."

Elizabeth couldn't think straight let alone move a single muscle in her skinny and pain riddled body to move her hands.

"Hands above your head!" McNeill yelled at her this time in sheer anger, not at all impressed by her actions but definitely pleased he would get to be the one to punish her for them.

Elizabeth slowly and incredibly painfully moved her arms so her hands sat above her head, keeping them on the ground.

"Cuff her."

"Yes sir." The guard who had previously had her arm twisted violently behind her back stepped forward as ordered by the Warden and bent over Elizabeth's pain filled body. He slapped a set of heavy metal handcuffs over her small wrists, tightening them as far as they could go so they pinched agonizingly against the bone.

"Pick her up," McNeill hissed in a deadly tone as he stepped closer.

Two guards including the one that had twisted her arm and had just now handcuffed the dark angel grabbed one of her arms each and yanked Elizabeth violently to her feet.

"Very foolish, Oldin, very foolish indeed." McNeill walked up to the woman in front of him with the most evil look in his eyes that any of the guards around him had ever seen. He stepped right up to her face and grabbed Elizabeth by the jaw, pressing his steel grip fingertips hard into the bone. "Jimmy," the Warden looked at one of the guards behind Elizabeth as he continued to tighten his grip around her jawbone. "Did she hurt you?"

"She kicked me in the jaw sir."

"Oldin, did you get to the part in your book about punishments yet?" McNeill asked in such a venomous voice that a viper would have envied it.

Elizabeth slowly shook her head as McNeill still held her jaw within his continuously tightening steely grip, the pain still pulsing through her limp body making her unable to do anything else.

"WORDS Oldin, USE them!" the Warden screamed aggressively at Elizabeth as the grip of his fingers tightened tenfold.

"No, Warden," the dark angel barely managed to choke out through the agony of McNeill's crushing grip.

"Well then listen up Oldin, because this is something you're going to want to know." The Warden bared his fang like white teeth as he growled menacingly at the woman hanging from the guards arms before him and his steely blue-gray eyes burned deep into Elizabeth's. "If you hurt any of the guards, you will get hurt! If you piss me off, you will get hurt! You Oldin have just done both of these! What do you think is going to happen girly?"

Elizabeth's pretty green eyes were wide with fear as the pain still gripped her body and she stuttered her answer, trying to find her footing on the ground beneath her. "I...I'm going to-"

"GET HURT!" the Warden yelled with his mouth just centimeters from hers. If words could kill, Elizabeth wouldn't have ever had a chance of ever breathing again. Stepping back just slightly McNeill let her chin go and stood in front of her, his cheeks flushed bright red with rage.

Elizabeth's head immediately dropped to her chest and rolled slightly towards her right shoulder so she didn't see the Warden raising his hand high above his head. She didn't see the malicious glint in his steely blue-gray eyes and the wickedness that spread almost contentedly across his face as he brought that raised hand down with as much force as he could pull. In a split second that raised hand made brutal and almost bone snapping contact with the soft flesh of the dark angels' cheek.

Elizabeth's knees immediately buckled underneath her from the force and pain of the excruciating blow and the two guards with their hands still gripped tightly around her arms once again held up the weight of the inmates' small and bony body.

"You will not be allowed to misbehave while this prison is under my command. Do you understand Oldin?" McNeill asked with quiet deadliness.

Elizabeth tried to pick herself up, with all the strength she could find within her tired body Elizabeth tried to get her feet back underneath her so she could stand, but her legs didn't want to work.

McNeill abruptly stepped forward in anger and grabbed her by the jaw again, her legs suddenly clicked into gear without a moment's hesitation and her eyes were wide with fear once more. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Warden," Elizabeth whispered knowing the thin little line was far crossed a long time ago and she had just crossed another one.

"Where do you want her for punishment sir?" one of the guards holding her asked almost sounding happy.

McNeill smiled his evil and malicious smile again as he rubbed a hand through his short trimmed brown hair. "Throw her down in the dungeons, cuff her up to the wall. I'll be there in five."

With a brief nod of their heads the two guards holding Elizabeth up by the arms dragged her down to the end of the hallway where there was another gate. A third guard that had followed behind them pulled the keys off his belt and unlocked the heavy metal gate opening it for the two holding Elizabeth and they dragged her through. No more than halfway down the corridor was a staircase leading downwards that she would soon find to be old stone stairs, now completely covered by metal grating right down to the landing.

"Is she going down the stairs?" one of the guards who had a tight hold of her arm said to the other.

"Oh yeah," was the menacing reply that came from the guard that had handcuffed Elizabeth. Together they laughed a deep and diabolical laugh that would haunt Elizabeth for the rest of her life.

They stopped just in front of the first metal step leading into the dark dungeons. The two guards looked at each other with malicious eyes before pulling Elizabeth back slightly to gain momentum and throwing her forward with all their combined strength down the sharp metal stairs.

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